Ella Izu Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

Now, I ain’t judgin’—live and let live, that’s me motto! But some dodgy sorts run these joints, proper Anger takin’ the wheel, squeezin’ every quid outta the girls. Makes me blood boil, that does! Little fact for ya: back in Victorian days, brothels had secret tunnels—posh toffs sneakin’ in, dodgin’ the missus. Crafty sods! Imagine the Fear muckin’ about in their noggins—hilarious!

The Humble Fishing Village

Brothel called Hyogo, from A Mirror of Beautiful Women in the Licensed Quarter Waterfall in the mountains of Izu, number 22 from Thirty-six Views of .

So, I’m feeling all zen, right? But then I get hungry again. I head over to this ramen joint on Izu’s main street. The smell hits me like a freight train. I order the spicy miso ramen, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m slurping away, and this guy next to me is giving me the side-eye. I’m like, “Bro, you ever had ramen? It’s a whole experience!”

Chef Izu brings French flavours home to London